My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 778 Clever Xiaobai Has Another Move! 1
On the first day of the new year, Mo Yinhe stayed at home, watching his son become the number one trending topic. Stirring his coffee, he couldn’t hide the smile crinkling his eyes.
Worthy of being a son raised by me, Mo Yinhe! On the very first day of the new year, he managed to complete a six-billion-yuan project, win the goodwill of citizens from two countries, and is even planning to establish the Xiaobai Public Welfare Fund. Taking from the people, for the people—it’s practically robbing the rich to aid the poor!
In a certain WeChat group, this topic was also being discussed.
Su Zhi: "What do you guys think, is it too late for me to ask Yangyang to post a QR code on his Weibo account now?"
Xi Jinrong: "Who remembers the second person to eat a crab?"
Su Zhi: "True that! @Bo Leng, big brother, was this your idea for Xiaobai?"
Bo Leng remained silent, not appearing in the group chat.
He hadn’t anticipated the situation would escalate like this in just one day. Everyone had racked their brains, only to be outdone by his little nephew who succeeded effortlessly.
At this time, the little guy Ye Nianbai posted another message on Weibo.
He announced he would first allocate two billion yuan to be distributed to families who had lost relatives in the previous year’s S-virus outbreak. Each family would receive ten thousand yuan as condolence money, available the day after tomorrow.
Last year, the Mu Continent had faced an S-virus outbreak, with Shendu as the main epicenter.
Because the lockdown was implemented promptly, other cities were not significantly affected.
Therefore, to distribute this condolence money, Shendu City Hall merely needed to organize the effort. The funds could then be disbursed by the day after tomorrow. This was not difficult and was a matter of great benefit to both the country and its people. City Hall would undoubtedly be happy to facilitate it.
Su Zhi: "Big brother, are you sure you weren’t secretly guiding Xiaobai and giving him ideas? Don’t you favor Fengyin more?"
Bo Leng had not known about Ye Nianbai’s idea beforehand.
This child was playful, kind-hearted, and intelligent. The way he handled the matter of asking for red packets—so appropriately and winningly—showed he had a benevolent heart. Beyond feeling gratified, Bo Leng had nothing more to say.
He stopped checking the group messages and instead called City Hall, instructing them to fully cooperate in distributing the condolence money.
City Hall had a detailed register of those who had unfortunately passed away during the S-virus outbreak the previous year.
Every family paid social security annually, so the condolence money just needed to be deposited onto the beneficiaries’ social security cards.
A special team was to be set up for distributing the condolence money. With twenty to thirty people operating the computers, they estimated the entire process would take less than 24 hours.
The director of City Hall reported to Bo Leng over the phone, outlining the plan.
Bo Leng was very satisfied with the director’s efficient plan. "Proceed," he ordered decisively. "Ensure this condolence money reaches the social security accounts of every affected family by midnight the day after tomorrow."
No sooner had Bo Leng hung up the phone than Ye Nianbai, Bo Fengyin, and Lu Xiangru, the three little dragons, scampered over, each calling him "Uncle."
Ye Nianbai said with a swagger, "Uncle, this young master has money now, so how should I give it to others? Jingjing told me to ask you."
Bo Leng deliberately drew out his words, his tone meaningful. "Oh? Did your mother tell you to give condolence money to the families?"
Ye Nianbai crisply countered, "Of course not~~~"
Bo Leng crossed his long legs, adopting an attentive posture. "Then how," he asked his little nephew, "did you come up with the idea of giving condolence money to the families who lost relatives in the S-virus outbreak?"
Ye Nianbai said, "It was Little Brother Xiangru! Little Brother Xiangru said there was an old granny who was so pitiful. Her son, husband, and daughter-in-law all passed away, leaving her all alone for the New Year. The old granny went to the Dragon God Temple’s carp pond to make a wish. If Little Brother Xiangru could grant the old granny’s wish, he could accumulate good fortune and ascend to become a dragon sooner. This young master doesn’t have anything else to give that granny. I’m so poor, all I have is money!~~~"
So, that’s why he thought of giving money?
Ye Nianbai nodded, looking both cute and cool.
It would help Little Brother Xiangru accumulate good fortune and also help the old granny—killing two birds with one stone! Ye Nianbai thought the idea was brilliant. Besides, he hadn’t spent a cent of his own; it was all from the red packets everyone had given him!
Bo Leng didn’t press further, clapping softly with a smile. "Have you been to the Dragon Pond hot springs today?"
"Not yet! This young master has to spend the money first! Uncle, how should this young master spend it?"
Subsequently, Bo Leng gave the boy a dedicated municipal government allocation account, telling him to deposit two billion yuan into it. This sum was designated as special condolence payments.
Once Ye Nianbai completed the transfer, he dragged Bo Fengyin and Lu Xiangru off to bathe in the Dragon Pond.
It was already dark. Since they were heading to the Dragon Pond to play now, they would most likely not return to sleep that night.
After two months of renovations, the Temple within the Dragon Pond was complete.
The renovations had made it exceptionally cozy and stylish.
The three little ones often played late into the night, reluctant to return, and would sometimes stay over.
Later, Bo Leng personally called Si Mingjing to praise the boy for his impressive handling of matters.
Si Mingjing also felt that Xiaobai had handled things exceptionally well that day. Not having seen him for over two months, she missed him dearly. So, she said, "Big brother, I’ll come pay you a New Year visit after the seventh day of the New Year."
"Hmm."
If it weren’t for Ye Shen’s upcoming wedding in a few days, Si Mingjing would have eagerly flown to Shendu immediately.
「Two days later」, on the day Ye Nianbai had promised on Weibo, all the condolence money had been distributed. There was still a considerable sum remaining, which City Hall refunded to Ye Nianbai’s bank account.
To express their gratitude, many families who received the condolence money posted screenshots of the transaction on Weibo.
The top trending topic was: #HaveYouReceivedYourCondolenceMoneyYet?#
This matter received unanimous praise on Weibo.
Users swarmed to Ye Nianbai’s verified Weibo account, flooding the comments section. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Netizen A: "Little Prince, when is the Xiaobai Foundation being established? Please give us the foundation’s donation account; I want to donate~~~"
Netizen B: "I also want to contribute my love! Does anyone have the Little Prince’s payment QR code? Send one over, please?"
Netizen C: "I so regret not participating in the 6-billion-yuan project that day! Is it too late to join now?"
Netizen D: "Little Prince, could you please provide another QR code?"
Netizen E: "HAHAHA, I transferred two thousand yuan to the Little Prince the other day, and today I received a voting link for the Xiaobai Foundation’s logo from him! Only those who participated in the 6-billion-yuan project can vote. We, who transferred money, can participate in discussing and voting on all matters concerning the Xiaobai Foundation. My voting number is 002556. The logos are super cute! I love every design; it’s so hard to choose!"
Netizen F: "That’s right, that’s right, I’m voting too! My number is 006533. Hey, person above, which logo did you choose?"
Netizen G: "BOO HOO HOO, I also want to participate in the voting~~~ Can’t the voting be open to everyone? Only those who transferred red packets can vote? I’m so envious of you all~~~"
